The weekend starts in many ways,
The dj spins, the record plays.
The strobe lights is blinding,
The doormen are watching us.
We're all beat up for a night out on the town,
Tomorrow, you're coming down.
'Cause we are all off our face.
Will arise when you want to,
And now the bounce is right.
Will arise when you want to,
And now the bounce is right.